The Jewels in My Crown chapter 7
I got it to a little over 1000... I think. That's what Word says 😀
Not much again but I think I popped off in the last section because I spent absolutely forever on it 😂
Couldn't pick a song for this one 😭
The floor is fantastic, Clemmett decided. Quite comfortable. Lovely stone floor, lovely fur rug. No complaints here. Nope. He had a pillow and two blankets. I mean, he even had dog keeping him company... A slobbery, snoring dog but… Still.
The princess was snoring too. Loudly. Clem turned his head in the direction of her bed. 'I'd probably snore too if my head was hanging off the bed like that,' he thought.
The girl could definitely put it away... He'd lost count on how many glasses she'd had before she started slurring her words.
She'd passed out nearly an hour ago, but Clem couldn't catch a wink of it slapped him in the arse.
He pulled the blanket up to his chin as he turned over on his side and wondered if he'd made a mistake agreeing to stay here. What if someone caught him trying to sneak out? What would they think?
Clem pressed his face into the pillow, trying to will himself to sleep.
What if one of the guards in the hallway poked his head in? What if they saw him sprawled out like some stray mutt in the princess' bedroom? He’d look guilty even if he hadn’t done a damn thing...
He closed his eyes... He'd just have to wait the night out...
Weddings... Are... So... Boring...Daeny thought it'd never end... The high septon droned on and on about an endless list of virtues, half of which Baelor and Jena wouldn't have in the morning anyway...
She hissed as Daenerys elbowed her in the side as she started to nod off... Again...
She glared at her sister who just smiled and linked their arms together before turning her gaze back to the altar.
"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby see you these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." The high septon droned.
"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger... I am yours and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days" Baelor and Jena spoke at the same time.
"KNOCK HIM ON HIS FUCKIN' ASS!!!!"
"Daeny Targaryen!" Her mother scolded as she yanked her back into her seat by her sleeve. "Absolutely not!"
Daeny crossed her arms "I'm just being supportive..."
"Please do so without such profanities," the dowager said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Clemmett wiped the sweat off his brow and fixed the visor on his helmet, his steady gaze set on Daemon Waters. He refused to call him Blackfyre, as he had proclaimed himself. The by-blow 'prince' had been undefeated so far. Clemmett was going to change that.
The crowd above the tiltyard was deafening, nobles, and the few lowborn folk lucky enough to attend, screamed the bastard's praise as the sun glinted off his black armor. Clemmett tightened his grip on his lance, his palm sweating in his leather and steel glove.
A trumpet blared to his left.
Clemmett urged his horse forward, the sound of it's hooves against the cracked dirt was drowned out by the roaring of the crowd. He lowered his lance a moment before Daemon and adjusted his aim to match the bastard's. He leaned into the charge, aiming not for Daemon's shield, but the small opening that his breastplate only slightly vulnerable.
They collided with a thundering crack and their lances splintered.
A jolt ran through Clemmett's chest as the air in his lungs was forced out. He jerked his horse around, his heart hammering behind his tongue. Daemon was still in his saddle, just barley. He threw his shattered lance and Clemmett dropped his, glancing down momentarily at the ring of lavender and cranberries that followed it to the dirt.
He glanced up at the princess herself, who was leaning over the viewing box railing, yelling something he couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears. Her mother was trying, and failing, to tug her back into her seat.
His young cousin, Leo, ran up to him with another lance and he grabbed it with his throbbing arm, lining up with the tilt barrier, preparing to charge again.
The trumpet rang again and he charged.
His lance hit Daemon square in the chest, while Daemon's hit him under his arm, sending a shockwave of pain through his shoulder. He hit the ground hard, his armor clanging against the dry dirt. He held his hit shoulder for a moment and blinked through the pain as he turned his head to see Daemon already struggling to his feet.
Clemmett groaned as Leo ran over to lift him up.
"Look alive" Leo said, trying to steady him.
Clemmett heard the town crier shout something over the screaming of the crowd as Leo shoved something heavy in his hand. He looked down and saw his morning star. He looked up at Leo just to see him running away. Shit.
He heard footsteps to his left and turned to see Daemon half running, half staggering towards him with his sword drawn... 'What shit form...'
Clemmett gripped his morning star tight and dodged to the side as Daemon swung at him. As he dodged, he swung his morning star, which connected with the side of the bastard's helmet with a loud clang, and sent him to the ground.
There was a roar... Or maybe it was in his head? Clem couldn't tell. Not over the ringing and rushing blood in his ears. Not when it spiked as he stood over the baseborn prince watching the blood leak from his helmet onto the ground before a few other young men came to pick him up.
Clemmett turned his gaze to the box. Daeny stood at the railing with a look of joy, a grin as big as the moon plastered on her face, as she started clapping, followed closely by her ladies. And then everyone else.
Clem turned to look as Daemon was dragged away. Had he killed him? Nah... He was too thick skulled to die from a hit like that. He may be stuck eating mash the rest of his life though...
‘Good,’ Clem thought as he pulled off his helmet with a wide grin. ‘Good…'
There we go. I think I did ok.
